Chapter 135 – Episode 129 – Rabbit… Will You Like It? (One)

It has already been about 5 days since Silnia, who was confined to solitary confinement, came up.
When Silnia said she was coming up, there was even a sense of tension in her, but she even has a sense of being rather relaxed now.

Of course, other than Silnia and Marina, the work of other personnel did not significantly decrease.

But the fact that Ethan, her most demanding child, had been with her own mother, had made the whole labor easier here.

Her pain is relieving as the burden on Hernán’s own back is relieved, and the expressions of her other women are relieved.
In particular, Karine’s face was strangely excited recently, so the change was the most noticeable.

Hernan assumed that the cause was probably the night they slept with him, and headed downstairs with her bowl.

As for the meals provided by the demons, the bowls are also taken away, so there is no need to wash the dishes.
However, the bowl with food made for feeding the children had to be wiped out every time like now.

Anticipating that Karine would have entered first, Hernán knocked on her kitchen door.

“Karine! If you’re inside, could you open the door for me?”

“Are you Hernan?”

As expected, Karine hurriedly opened the door to her kitchen.

“Why did you bring it alone? Share it with Shafina Potty and bring it.”

Even if he said that, Ernan was happy to come alone.
Hernan answered as he put the bowl on the sink.

“The kids kept pestering me for breastfeeding, so I just told them to breastfeed.”

When Shafi specifically said that he would not let Hernán go alone, she tried to cling.
But Sharpie’s second child burst into tears as if her baby food wasn’t enough.

In the end, Shafi was pushed by Hernán’s coercion, not by her coercion, and was forced to start feeding her in her living room.

And in fact, Hernan had another reason for coming here alone.

“Karine. You haven’t taken your medicine for the past few days, have you?”

Quite a pair of eyes.
After she woke up, from the time she met her in the living room, she was desperately informing her of her lack of sleep.

Karine, her haggard eyes, stopped her hand as she wrapped herself around her apron.

“Can, sleeping pills?”

She stopped with her head slightly bowed, her silver straight hair falling down on her floor.
Hernán looked at her, her hair, and opened her mouth.

“Huh. I’m sorry I couldn’t sleep with you all the time. I’ll sleep with you as soon as Silnia’s birth is over.”

The day Silnia came up.
First of all, among the sleeping pills brought from Potty’s lab, I put some general-purpose sleeping pills into the medicine bottle Carine had.

It was a measure she took because she couldn’t give it as it was, since she would doubt what the situation was if she saw the paper that said it was for general use.

“If you are too tired, sleep with the kids during their nap time. I’ll roughly prepare dinner.”

“Hey, Ernan…”

Instead of answering Hernan’s words, Carine hesitated and straightened her apron.

“Actually, I took sleeping pills yesterday.”

“You ate?”

I know that the sleeping pills made by Poti are quite effective.
It is almost instantaneous, and once you eat, it is almost certain that you will fall into a deep sleep.

But why does Karine look so tired from not sleeping?
Shouldn’t she have a better face if she fell asleep yesterday?

Hernan suspected that Potty had something to do with sharing the use of sleeping pills, and waited for Carine’s words.

“I ate, but I couldn’t sleep well…”

Carine continued her story by informing her that she had taken sleeping pills yesterday.

“It’s normal to fall asleep right away after taking just one pill. But yesterday, even after taking the medicine, I was sleepy and couldn’t sleep properly.”

“Did you always only eat one pill?”

“Because one pill is enough.”

She came over to Hernán and turned on her faucet to turn on her water.

“Have I developed a tolerance?”

A melancholy voice drowns in the sound of water.
As she skilfully washed the food-soiled dishes, she watched Hernán’s eyes.

“If you ask Poti to make the medicine stronger…”

“That’s not allowed.”

Hernan, she unknowingly objected.
That way, Potty will enter the lab while he’s busy, so there’s a chance he’ll notice that the sleeping pills are gone.

So she urgently had to come up with another reason.

“If you have developed a tolerance, you can’t increase it even more. Rather, we should think about reducing it little by little.”

At Hernan’s words, Karine’s face became gloomy.
She nodded her head as she piled her bowls she kept scrubbing next to her.

“Huh… Then I will try my best to endure it.”

Hernán felt she needed to move fast.
Before Potty touches sleeping pills again in the lab, he needs to figure out exactly what effect the sleeping pills had.

If Potty really just created a highly effective drug for Carine, who developed a tolerance for it, there was nothing wrong with it other than not telling Carine herself.

Rather, it was a distinction made so that others would not take high-concentration drugs, so it can be seen that the minimum duty as a person who made drugs was fulfilled.

However, if Potty has separated the medicine for other special purposes, you must stop taking sleeping pills and finish Potty’s plan.

Because the dangerous act of feeding an unknown substance to a breastfeeding woman is unacceptable.
Even if women don’t look good on her, since the twins Karine gave birth to are his children, Potty’s behavior is unacceptable.

Hernán poured water into the pot he used to cook, remembering a new person he would meet to find out the ingredients of the sleeping pills.

“Let’s do the dishes together first. Finish soon and rest for a while. Don’t come up right away.”

“Ah… Thank you.”

Karine shook her head, slightly trembling in her voice.
And her cheeks blushed.

Actions and facial expressions similar to Karine in old memories.
Even the smallest of her actions oozes tender feelings, making her opponent’s chest soft.

Even now, through the hard door of time that blocks memories, the emotions and memories of the days when I was a boy keep seeping into reality.

However, rather than real Hernan feeling that kind of emotion innocently, he first suspected that he was more offended that Karine was taking such medicine than the other children.

And he struggled to put such doubts into it.

If Karine’s interest in her crosses the line that she is the mother of her child, another storm will come here.
She was still a public enemy, and if you go too far with her public enemies, you’ll get into trouble.

Yeah, this is to keep the mother of her twins.

Hernan repeated that, and finished washing her dishes while standing side by side with Karine.

* * *

“Ugh…”

Marina let out a moan as Hernán lifted her torso.
Hernán grabbed Marina’s clothes, watching Leni at her mother’s feet, clutching her blanket.

“Are you still very sick?”

“I’m fine, so let’s clean up first…”

The saintess struggled to raise her arm.
Soon, her top was removed, revealing her body covered in bandages.

Marina broke out in a cold sweat, her bare chest bobbing.

“Does it smell a lot?”

“It doesn’t smell much.”

She said so, but Marina’s body smelled strange.

The sour smell of sweat and the pungent smell of herbs.
Besides, she had a lot more folds of flesh than the other women, so her smell was even more intense.
And it smells like milk, albeit a little.

Feeling that she was still getting the scent of her body, Hernán removed her bandages.

Her smell intensified, and Hernán involuntarily took a deep breath in her.
The saintess lowered her gaze as if she was ashamed to look at Hernan.

And her loose hair covered her breasts, albeit sparingly.

“Do you smell it too?”

Hernando felt ashamed of herself, she admitted frankly.

“It’s fine. But honestly, it’s not bad.”

“Yes?”

Marina was now distinctly bewildered.
However, because her body ached, she couldn’t move properly, so she conveyed her embarrassment only with her expression and words.

“Hey, is it because of the herbs? There’s no way sweat or breast milk smells good…”

As the saintess had her bandages replaced by Hernán, she desperately turned her subject.

“By the way, how is Hernán’s waist?”

Hernán shook his head as he still smelled her scent, which even stimulated her brain.
Seeing that she has a slight headache, it seems that the time has come for the magic in her head to work.

Coincidentally, her Sharpie regular replenishment is also coming, so I guess I’ll have to tackle it today or tomorrow.

“I am getting better. It will take a little while.”

“Is that so… She was beaten so hard then.”

Marina looked at Hernán with her strange eyes, perhaps remembering the time he had protected her.

“Hernan is actually the most important person here. It was too reckless for him to hurt me while covering me.”

“Still, if the saintess had been beaten there, Lenny would have had a harder time.”

Following her words, her saintess saw her own daughter.
She smiled at the child who stuck out her face.

“You didn’t do it for me?”

“… Yes?”

“No. It was just meaningless.”

Marina said that and went into silence.
Hernando decided he couldn’t hold on to a sick person for too long, and quickly began changing the bandages.

After a while, when Hernan even put on his new top, both Marina and Hernan were able to breathe.

“Then now the bottoms…”

“Now, wait a minute, Hernan!”

Marina forced her arms wrapped in bandages and pulled up the covers.

“Today… I’m going to stop here for today, and I’ll change the bandage to the lower body tomorrow.”

“But…”

“It would be better if I let Carine in and clean myself first.”

Perhaps it was embarrassing to have Hernán smell the smell of her body that hadn’t been washed properly, but she seemed to prefer Karine to come.

Hernán understood that feeling and nodded his head.

“Then, let’s do this for now.”

Deciding to bring a towel and underwear tomorrow, Hernán put his hand in her pocket.

“Lady. Could you look at this for a second?”

He took one pill from each of the two vials of sleeping pills.
The saintess frowned as she saw that.

“Is this a sleeping pill? It looks like the potion Potty used to make.”

A woman who might have a higher level of knowledge than Potty, if limited to medicine.
Hernan looked at the saintess and handed her the medicine.

“Can you spot the difference between these two pills?”

“You mean the difference? Are the two sleeping pills different?”

“Could you please check first? You’re sick, and I’m sorry for asking you this.”

“No, it’s not too difficult.”

Marina took the medicine, held it up, and examined it slowly.

“First of all, there seems to be a slight difference in color and smell.”

“Does it make a lot of difference?”

“I don’t know specifically. First of all, it seems to be a drug that was mixed and heated once…”

The saintess looked closely, even asking Hernan to split her medicine.
After looking around for a while, she raised her face with her puzzled expression.

“One thing for sure is that this is a more highly concentrated drug. In terms of color or smell.”

It was a sleeping pill taken from a bottle that was labeled for Carine.

“If the concentration is high…”

“Has the hero’s insomnia gotten worse?”

Marina asked, burying her body in her soft pillow.
Hernán helped her lie down and nodded her head.

“Yes. He says he is still taking sleeping pills.”

“Then it seems that Potty deliberately increased the purity.”

“Is it simply for that purpose? Doesn’t the addiction increase or something?”

The saintess answered, turning her eyes to Hernán.

“The word addictive is a bit ambiguous. Because of tolerance, constantly increasing intake can be said to be an addiction in a way.”

She released her knowledge in a calm voice.

“I’ll have to extract the exact ingredients separately from here to find out, but honestly, I don’t know if that’s possible with only the basics of alchemy.”

Is it difficult to blindly suspect Potty?

Hernán felt relieved even though he felt uncomfortable.

Although her jealousy is severe, she is still a lovable rabbit.
For the most part, she doesn’t want to doubt Potty.

However, as Marina continued, those feelings went deep into her heart.

“It’s just a little odd.”

“Yes?”

“The pill I just pointed to.”

The saintess pointed to her medicine, which she said was highly concentrated.

“It is true that it is highly concentrated in terms of color and smell, but the composition does not seem to be so.”

“What exactly do you mean?”

“Do you see the little crystal here?”

Hernán followed her words and saw the split sleeping pills.

After looking at it for a while, she found a small crystal that she thought was what she said.
To be honest, if Marina hadn’t mentioned it, she was so small that she wouldn’t even recognize it.

“An alchemist like Poti would have purified the medicine without making these impurities, but I wonder if he made a mistake.”

“Please wait a moment.”

Hernán hastily took a few more of her pills from the carine sleeping pill bottle.
He smashed it into pieces and placed it in front of Marina.

“Is there still a decision?”

“Hmm… All are there. At this point, it seems to have been put on purpose. Did you add other medicines to help you sleep?”

“Is it difficult to know exactly what ingredient it is?”

The saintess smiled brightly.

“Of course I’m not even a god, so I don’t know.”

Are you saying you don’t know if you don’t use the wish ticket?

Hernan felt regret.
To use the wish ticket, more tedious negotiations and persuasion would have to wait.

“Then it would be difficult to know. I’m sorry to bother you…”

“Hernan.”

Marina’s bandaged hand rose above Hernan’s as she tried to get her medicine back.

“Saint?”

“There are people who know what it is even if it is not God.”

“Are you sure you want to call Potty? That’s the lady I couldn’t tell you in advance, but there are circumstances that I can’t tell Potty…”

“No, of course I don’t call forties. Didn’t Hernan think so too?”

Marina opened her mouth, waving her bright blonde hair in the light.

“Sylnia. It’s like when you need the help of an elf whose senses are sensitive.”